SquareMeal Review of
The Mayor of Scaredy Cat Town
Here's a clue for newbies hoping for an audience with the Mayor: like Narnia for grown-ups, the portal to his magical hidden kingdom is disguised as a common household object – in this case a fridge at The Breakfast Club on Bishopsgate. Don't be a scaredy cat! Step inside and head downstairs to discover a chilled bunker that comes on like a Montana lumberjack's shack with moonshine aplenty on tap. Butch beers, punchy rum puncheons, lip-pucker sours, fiddled-with fizz, Pisco disco drinks and pimped-up Martinis are much cleverer than their tosh titles might suggest: A Mary Berry Kinda Gateau; Aloe, Is It Me You're Looking For; Peat-Nut Butter-Cup (bourbon, Mozart dark chocolate, peanut butter and Laphroaig spray). In the same spirit of silliness, we rate the Mayor's quesadilla platters, pulled pork sliders and vodka-battered calamari – surely the cat's whiskers.